Post by sunshineafteralll on Sept 11, 2008 23:46:21 GMT
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The wind sang in glee as it raced atop the cliffs, pulling on the brush below it, begging the flora to join it in its joy. Yet the bushes remained incompliant, and so its companion rushed down the slope of a cave with in a gusty sigh. It whistled jubilantly as it looped around the surface of several arches, then propelled itself towards the clouds above. The gale would not reach its goal, however, as it was met by the ancient, gnarled branches of one of the few trees that could survive the unpredictable personailities of the weather spirits. They were like claws grown past their natural length, and they tore into their pray. After much effort and strain, a tired zephyr emerged. It possesed no energy past what was required for it skim over the surfaces of the tide pools and avoid being attacked by the large waves. After a short time, it found itself more lively, and again began to soar upward. But a fascinating object had attracted its attention below, and it raced towards it, urged on by the thing's strangeness. The gust of wind caressed long, golden fur, and moved northward. It ran graceful fingers across powerful hindquarters, occaisionally marked by splotches of a deep brown. It danced along the long back and along a dark chest; inquisitive, it examined the strange knot of rope that held another knot of wood inside itself. A few flickers of air slid down feathered legs and landed onto black paws. But still the main body of the wind continued, and soon wound itself in long whiskers the color of midnight, and sent out a few limbs towards the equally dark face and strange pools of light; strange, as they shone with vitaility, yet all color was absent from them. Satisfied by its examination, the gale blew back into its original destination.
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The fur of his mammoth head moved to its own thoughts as his entire body convulsed; he had hopes that the movement would dry his overcoat somewhat, for he was becoming rather annoyed with the droplets of salt water that kept landing in his ebony eyes. The great beast padded across the rocky shore, careful to avoid any daggers that sprung from the earth. His careful soon found what it desired, for beyond a small distance from rose the warm scent of damp clay and limestone that was not smothered by salt. He galloped across that distance, water springing from his soaked body. His muscles moved in perfect unison as he sprang up and along the edges of the cliff. The creature was reawarded for this perilous journey by the welcoming fronds of many feathered ferns. His forelegs returned the gesture as he entered the hidden cavern. The tall celing rose far above him, and the worn walls and floor greeted him with the musty and spicy yet comforting aroma of moist clay; it had never tampered by another being, at least not one of his size. A growl of a laugh tore itself from his throat as he dropped to the ground and rolled in the soil, scents intermixing. Dusty, exhausted, and contented, he rotated himself back onto his stomach and lay his nose on the floor of the cavern, inhaling the wild symphony of smells.
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When he rose to his feet, the slivers of light that had worked their way past the curtain of foliage were tinted with orange. He pushed his way past it, a face and forelegs seemingly emerging from the cliffside. The sea was bloodied by the the dying sun, and they reminded him of another broken body, and of a rage that formed a red film over his eyes and mind. He again shook his head in irritation, though this time it was to chase away undesired memories. He let the wind, broken into a gentle zephyr by a ragged edge of rock to his left, soothe his temper. Zephyr... now that was a beautiful word. His eyes glowed with a sleepy smile, and for a moment longer he surveyed his new land before disappearing into the face of the tall ledge.
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